Kama

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Smiling, Damn'd Villain Full Name: Kama Slotin Birthdate: December 17th, 2010 Apparent Age: 20ish Occupation: Monster Demeanor: Gallant Tribe: Black Spiral Dancers Auspice: Theurge This One Goes To Eleven. Not A Good Guy. Kama is a piece of shit. He lies, steals, kills and seduces to get what he wants. He's a ball of vices and Wyrmly urges with a big, charming smile. There are things in the world that matter to him, but if you don't fall under that umbrella, he has a hard time NOT trying to categorize you as plaything, victim or enemy. He can be swayed decently easily into moving you into a better category, though. He's not thoughtless. Spiral Bound. He is a Black Spiral Dancer. He has served the Wyrm since birth, and he takes the worship rather seriously. Born of Garou. Kama is Metis. It can be seen in his albinism. He's been among the Spirals and in service of the Wyrm his entire life, and it also means he's lived a shorter life then it appears. They reach maturity earlier. He's also sterile. Thankfully, Metis live a much better life among the Spirals then they do amongst their enemies. Book Wyrm. The man loves to read. He spent a lot of time doing it growing up in the Trinity Hive. Whether he's researching something for the cause, enjoying a comic book or paperback, or rereading one of the classics, he can often be found reading in his down time. He actually has a surprising knowledge of classic literature. Spirit Spoken. Kama is a Bantender, and a speaker to spirits. His service to the Father revolves around rituals and other Umbral goodness. If it involves spirits or magical whatsits he is generally very interested. Songs Delta Rae - The Beast Cats' eyes shining in the darkness Can't see nothing when the world ends Birds flying off into chaos Crying their name into the whirlwind See, I'm still walking that same road Ain't nothing changed, 'cause I already know The Lord's gonna come and she ain't pleased She ain't suffering fools no more Meet me at the edge I ain't afraid Lord, I've already fallen See the beast sitting on the ridge No time to waste Let him know that we're coming Snake skin shed under dead leaves Old rattle looks like angel wings Light's coming on, but slowly Pulling back the curtain on the reckoning See, I'm still walking at witching hour Burning sweet sage, I pulled the tower Truth's coming out of her deep well She ain't suffering lies no more Meet me at the edge Contacts The Family None - None. Mine None - None The Others None - None Here To Play Stories No pages meet these criteria.